There is a place that lies behind
the twist in the road
with a green and soft pasture.
The birds, they sing, a lullaby
that makes your heart
beat faster.
The trees, they sway, a dance
so sweet, of love and grace
and laughter.
The creek, it bends, so slightly
and flows over and through rocks
well mastered.
The air, it smells of sweet relief
and wraps you in calm
soothing rapture.
My home will always
wait for me now and
forever after.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Off to Edisto
Me: Hello?
You: Hey, it's me, Summer-time.
Me: Oh, hellooooo old friend! How have you been? You've been gone so terribly long and things have been so dark and grey. This winter I almost lost my marbles because I thought you would never return.
You: You did lose your marbles. I'm a season not a person.
Me: Well, to me you are a magical, mystical lovely existence.
You: Well I may be special but I'm still just a season.
Me: But you're my favorite one. I wait all year just for you.
You: Alright well I'm here now. You can relax and go on about things.
Me: Thank the lawd! I'm off to Edisto...
You: Hey, it's me, Summer-time.
Me: Oh, hellooooo old friend! How have you been? You've been gone so terribly long and things have been so dark and grey. This winter I almost lost my marbles because I thought you would never return.
You: You did lose your marbles. I'm a season not a person.
Me: Well, to me you are a magical, mystical lovely existence.
You: Well I may be special but I'm still just a season.
Me: But you're my favorite one. I wait all year just for you.
You: Alright well I'm here now. You can relax and go on about things.
Me: Thank the lawd! I'm off to Edisto...
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